A guide on being a good service employee, part 1

I met this man who I think enjoys walking around, looking good and intriguing. He is okay good at it. He approached me where I work. It a cafe where he often comes to sit around. I think he likes it because it is cheap, but has a fashionable location.
When he entered the room, it was always like a performance. He asked me later on, when we had engaged in a relationship, what I thought of men his age sitting alone drinking coffee. I said that it was quite obvious that he placed himself in a setting where he could see himself in the perspective of the eyes of others. In my eyes he was quite boring, but I am a constant professional, I would never let him know.

My boss says I am good at my job; I am good at being a foodprocessor behind the scene, but where I’m really shinning is in service. It quite simple; Or maybe I’m just naturally gifted. If you want to be good at this job you have to make yourself entirely clean from any vibrating energies. You can only transmit soft, embracing warmth, which you release from four centers located in a straight, vertical line through your body. From the top down the energy centers are placed in the space between your eyebrows, in the hollow of your cupid’s bow, and from your heart or whatever, between your breasts. The last center is not visible when you are standing behind a counter, but I assure you that the energy will reach the costumer. You gather all the tenderness you possess, and release it from the top of the hill of Venus.

Okay so one day he came to pike me up from work. It was the first time we were together without the bar counter between us. The relationship had been going on for a while, but only in the content where I was his servant. Explaining this I realize I’m not naturally gifted at being in this position at all. You have to portray being nothing, so that the costumer can imagen what you are for them self, and I have practiced this my entire life. My person has always been available for others need for reflection, and I become a product of how they want to be perceived and how they perceive me. I took his hand immediately as we walked away from the café, I don’t know why I did it, I was surprised and asked him if it was okay. He said it was.

Our relationship consisted of walking and talking and fucking. We were really good at it. Whenever I was of work we walked and talked and fucked. It true that I thought of him as quite boring, and getting to know him I found this to be true. But something about this basicness set me free. I had nothing to live up to, which is so liberating since I am quite basic too. Off course I can also portray the opposite, if that’s how people want me, but it’s so much more exhausting. Another big part of the attraction was the nothingness of my character extended from the service job and into our relation.

A guide on being a good service employee, part 2

It is an advantage to possess feminine character traits if you want to be a good in a service jobs. In this field of work a gender based socialization is to be preferred. For instance, is the voice of guides always the voice of a woman. The guide of a cooking tutorial or the voice of your GPS. The reason for this is that the guide provided by a feminine source is not demanding anything from you, it is not controlling. The guide provided by a woman voice is thought to be preferable, as it is the voice of a servant.

The advantage provided by feminine character traits can off course have its disadvantages. For example, you can experience someone asking how much money you need to allow them to blow coke up your ass. The energy flowing from the hill of Venus can make costumers place their hand on your hip while you’re serving them their cream coffee, and unwanted flirtation is absolutely unavoidable. The relationship to the man who I would later on call daddy started out as unwanted flirtation, but they are right! I am embarrassed to admit it, but the difference was the persistence, and after a good deal of ignoring him, I came to wonder when he would come around to stare at my ass.

The nothingness of my character was comfortable since it was easy to portray the role that I had been studying so intensely. You have to when you are raised in a system resting on survival of the cutest. And opposed to being nothing, the relation also provided the opportunity to be everything. I think that was a big part of what I enjoyed in the time I saw this performance artist, being in relation to someone existing completely parallel to my ongoing life.
This was a perfect opportunity to expand the extent of my own performance act, and see how someone would perceive me if I was something else completely. The funny thing is that that was not what happened at all. This overlap of the circumstances – a relation where I could be both nothing and everything – led me to be a character I have rarely been comfortable enough to practice at all. Myself.

Survival of the cutest, which I mentioned before, is one of two categories i work with when analyzing the society, we are shaped by. The second is the Association of identity creating activates. Both structures lead to a constant performative life, and a well-developed categorization system by which you assess yourself and others. Working in service I am not exactly a chairperson in the association, but my lust for being cute are stimulated on a regular basis, since working at a café makes people feel free to let you know how they feel about you, and if want to be good at this job, you let them.

I use a lot of time categorizing and positioning myself, comparing myself to others. He was okay cute, but he was not a chairperson either, not even a runner-up. This made me categorize him as a person I did not need to impress. You should note that this is not good advice on being in service. Being in service there are only people you want to impress, and people you want to impress more. But my position to this man where no longer divided by a bar counter, it had moved out of the café and into his bed.

A guide on being a good service employee, part 3

When I was younger I used to watch a lot of porn. Not because it turned me on, but because I thought there was a lot to learn from it. I watched and I practiced. Watching the women on the screen and myself in the mirror, I was looking with the eyes of a man, and over time the material set in me, the gaze had become mine, and I started enjoying the films.

Watching porn is a great way to practice your service skills, since the expectations in both areas are set by the same people. You know the first rule: the customer is always right. But there are more to it than that. You should always be making the customer feel important, and if you really dedicated to the craft you should even know how to make them feel unique. Adaptability and personalized service are very important skills, since every costumer is different and their needs are varying, and you should be good at keeping track of multiple tasks at once.
In the same way that I came to enjoy me self in the pornimage, I have come to enjoy being in a service job. I like carrying products down the stairs to the basement, since I know how much my boss likes my efficiency, I like providing respect to the costumers since it makes them feel so good that they can’t help liking me. It is very satisfying to be able to live up to what others are expecting of you.

The man who liked walking around looking good and intricking was in the same way that I am, very invested in the association of identity creating activities. Even though some are very good at hiding it, I have rarely met anyone who wasn’t. We are quite different in our sense of esthetic and maybe that is the reason why it was so obvious to me how much attention he put into this creation process. When you constantly minding your position, you are doomed to feel like a disappointment a lot of the time, and I think it was this knowledge that made me care so much for him. His wounds where my wounds, and a similarity that made us even more compatible where our reactions patterns.

What I am about to explain is a very complex experience. I can’t tell you exactly how it came to be, but after a while of seeing this man we engaged in a kind of game where I called him dad and he called me his daughter. To explain the considerations, I put into this dynamic, I will put forth a sentence, which I at that time wrote down in my notes: Call me daughter, fuck me.
The statement can both be read as consisting of two imperative sentences, two commands: Call me daughter and fuck me. On the other hand, it can be read as both containing a request: Call me daughter, and a reaction to this lust not to be understood as referring to sex, but as a post-reaction aimed at one self: Fuck me.